Day: February 2, 2022

I’m a rapper who’s broke and today I awoke with a hole in my ceiling an oak tree fell on it last night when it was raining got no money to fix it and in the breakfast I’m eating a biscuit then I go to my desk but my mind’s rhymeless what a mess lately,…

Mirror, mirror in the eye Oh’ why do you tell me this lie? In the endless void I feel death lurking over me. Whenever I am in peace with silence I swim with my demons in my sea. He is my Jinn, whereas my death would be my sin. As life has been an endless…

Heart cries blood Mind wants serenity Soul looking for company Hands desires consolation Ears waiting for utility Lips crave a blissfully kiss Eyes hidden a tons of mysteries And the individual wants to feel alive DISPIRITING

I I’m very happy to announce, that my latest, poem, “Happenstance of Fate,” is now available on Spillwords Press. This is my 8th poem accepted to be published on their wonderful site, I am grateful to Dagmar K. and her editing team for once again choosing my poem for publication. Happenstance of Fate Maybe I…

“After last night’s storm the tulip petals are strewn across the patio where they mortally fluttered.”- Church, Jim Harrison I keep all my fallen petalsthe bruised blooms most would discardas too damaged for the vasein the centre of the dining tablewhere the best silver is used.No one calls a chrysanthemum whorefor the bee at its…

humanity is like a dream, closingin on me, feelingcloakedand drowning on the tide, consciousnessfleeing with the settingsun, and thebeamsof falling love raining mauve patternsacross mymind delivering reassurance of a kind, asthe sand in between my toesremindsmeof a doe, as it flits across the field,wandering into nature’sscape of a love, made real… Photo by 12019, Pixabay…

By Barbara Leonhard | Featured Contributor A note to encourage you in these challenging times. May you walk through the new year with grace and ease. May you have strength and resilience. Be safe and healthy. Be filled with joy and lifted up in love. Be kind in the face of fear. May you honor your true…

Jenee Timid, just lazing about. And again . . . Must be nice. When all you have to do is sit around and look pretty, I guess you can afford to laze about all day while others take care of you and everything else. Lol. Jernee takes FULL advantage of everything given to her and…

I see green in the early Springtime sunshine: golden greenthe sky is whispering the trees awakeout of Winter slumberstirrings to life are all around and in my hearta hidden world of wonderbetween, beneath below and undereverything a current of pure loveburstingout of every branch and bough alivealightawakening with sacred wordsto welcome in the Spring © 2022 experimentsinfiction.com. All Rights Reserved. Written for…

At dVerse Merril is hosting the Quadrille with an invitation to write using the word or any of its forms – Shiver. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Shiver Photo: peakpx.com “Give me excess of it; that surfeiting. That appetite may sicken and die.” William Shakespeare Trace Me Are you cold? why? You shivered so. Ah,…

I’ve been out of the WP writing game of late trading my pen for what felt like a doctor’s stove poker…if, indeed, doctors carry such things. Thankfully, all is well. If I have a humorous memory of my necessary starvation prior to, or indeed when visiting the hospital, it is that of the delightful young…

Myrna, left: “I haven’t the faintest idea what she’s talking about.” William, not so much left: “Nor do I. Perhaps she’s discussing stock options, with that bit about alternative arrangements.” Bartender, background: “I could clear up the confusion in two seconds, but you people haven’t won any awards for your tipping tonight, so… no.” Maureen,…

My poem, “Versions and Visions” was published in the most recent issue of Visual Verse. You can see the image and read my poem here. I’m sharing this with dVerse Open Link Night—live today at 3:00 PM, EST. I’ve recorded it, as well. Poem in Visual Verse

Crowns wishing to be takenKingdoms begging to be shakenA queen’s views now questionedKings waiting to be unquestioned Rich now using the poorA city using its flowerA girl crying for her towerOld rules breaking more slower Glories once more forgottenEmpires crumbling like once plottedOrphans are no longer sortedThe kingdoms are now to be floated A rich…

Originally posted on Gobblers / Masticadores // Editores: Manuela Timofte / j re crivello: “Eh, sorry, sorry,” she would say but the wound would be already open She would close her eyes squint them poke her tongue out and shake her head “Sorry.” She liked to bite couldn’t help it “You’re gonna kill somebody one…

Dark, partly colored clouds – innovation light through the road – crossing, narration, perception blinds shut, sparkling molecules, screaming silence staring buildings follows shadows of nowhere posters through the open road speaks about transparency bubbles, greyscale, iced existance shades of frustration – empathy, anxiousness, drops of anger when mixed spots of ink climbs across the…

Imbolc the world crisped newnot a banknotea white pageand in the frostblackbirds writing a new storyin bird runes. Imbolc

January, the first month of the year is already gone, and it was an eventful one. Have I accomplished anything on my list of 12 Months of Change and Purpose? Yes, I have, not always by choice, but by luck. I would love to re-start reading self-published Indi books, preferably written by bloggers. I started reading…

Our sprouted seeds, followed the cloak,transforming all your hopes to smoke.Dark tears you cried, created life,the art you made expressed your strife. The cloak came back, this time for me,breaking you down, bruising your knees.Grief filled your heart, pushed till you fell,I fought to bring you back from hell. You would not budge, you lost…